Blackout [lashton]

Chapter 22

Luke had woken up to plenty of empty beds before. There had been casual hookups, or drunken regrets. But he had never fallen asleep with someone he loved, or woken up with them gone.

Needless to say, Ashton was gone.

Luke fumbled for his phone and scrolled past the twitter notifications to get to texts.

1 text from none other than everyone's favorite drug dealer, tyler.

Luke felt his stomach drop as he slid the message open.

From: tyler

Hey Lukey pookie. Good nights sleep?

To: tyler

Shut the fuck up tyler and tell me where Ashton is.

From: tyler

That would take all the fun away. Let's play hide and go seek, luke. We'll hide, and you seek.

Luke dropped his phone and ran to his closet, pulling on skinny jeans and a red flannel. He was just about to go to the bathroom when he noticed glass all over the floor. He looked up and saw a shattered window.

Shit.

Luke hastily grabbed his phone and wallet, because god knows how much they'll make him pay.

"Luke?" Michael said sleepily, walking into their room. His hair was red and wet, so he must've just dyed it.

"I'm sorry, Michael, but I need to find Ashton."

On that note, Luke ran out of the room.

Once he got onto the street, he called tyler.

"Hello, Lukey."

"Don't call me that." Luke said,"where the hell are you?"

"Where do you think? Passwords 1876, by the way."

"Oh my god." Luke said. The sewers. "I'm on my way. Do not hurt Ashton, or I will kill you with my bare hands. Do you hear me, tyler? My bare fucking hands."

"Alright, easy there, Lukey. Ashton's just tied up. Actually, it's kinda hot."

"Fuck you." Luke said before hanging up. He was almost at the sewers now. He ran down, and typed in the code.

He ran into the sewers, heart racing. It was completly empty, and darkly lit. There were a few people in the center, though, and that's where Luke knew Ashton was.

Luke ran down the stairs and to the middle of the room. Tyler was sitting on the floor, playing with a gun in his hands. Ashton was tied to a chair, eyes wide as he stared up at Luke. His mouth was gagged.

"Oh, so nice of you to join us, Lucas." Tyler said.

"Tyler, what do you want?"

"Lucas, I thought you understood that you couldn't quit."

"I haven't quit!"

"You might as well have!" Tyler shouted, standing up. "You bring Ashton to every damn party, and freak out and leave early!"

"Tell your fucking friends to not rape him!"

"I will blow out his brains!" Tyler said, pointing the gun towards Ashton's head.

"No!" Luke said, feeling tears began to prickle his eyes. "Please don't. Do whatever you want with me, just don't hurt Ashton."

"Listen, Luke, as long as Ashton is a distraction to you, we don't want him in the picture."

"Please. I'll do anything. I swear to god."

"You've already promised that, Luke."

"Please!" Luke said, "god, please! Don't hurt him!"

"Fine." Tyler said. "Anything?"

"Yes."

"Tell Ashton to take the transfer."

"The what?" Luke looked over at Ashton, who's eyes were wide and fearful.

"Oh, you haven't told him." Tyler said, then untied Ashton's gag. "This will be good."

Ashton cleared his throat before saying, "um, Luke... I... I got into northwestern in Chicago."